Desires Unleashed by D N Simmons

reluctantly. She smiled and headed toward the heavy oak-carved double doors, then stopped. She turned to face her husband.
    “Xander?”
    “Yes, Tatiana?”
    “Please don't let Adrian get out of hand tonight. We both know how our son can behave when he is around Warren.”
    Xander nodded, smiling, “I'll try.” He couldn't promise that Adrian wouldn't act out. Adrian had been headstrong and cocksure since he was a young boy. When Xander first accepted Warren into his home, Adrian didn't like the new male near his own age, taking away some of his father's attention. He didn't like the fact that Warren was scared and sad and always, always had someone comforting him. It wasn't until his father sat him down and told him he should help, he could have a friend in Warren if only he were nicer to him. Adrian didn't believe that he was lonely enough to want a friend, let alone “Warren the Whiner”. He had been wrong. They had become the best of friends. Later, as the years passed, they had become the worst of lovers.
    The two fought constantly about who was the aggressor in their relationship. Neither man wanted to claim the more submissive role and they could not share the dominant one. Adrian always felt that since he pursued Warren first, that he was one year older and stronger, then he should no doubt hold the title. However, Warren saw things differently. Since the arguments about who should be on the top never seemed to end, Warren could no longer endure Adrian's controlling personality. Warren decided to end the relationship.
    Adrian never agreed to the termination of the relationship. As far as he was concerned they were still dating, only on hiatus.
    Xander made his way to the grand dining room. The room itself had been remodeled to accommodate all the extra people who had moved in with Xander over the years. The extra long redwood table sat in the middle of the room. The wood was polished to perfection and reflected the rainbow specter from the four crystal chandeliers that hung overhead. The thick burgundy carpet covered the floor and remained stainless. Xander always enjoyed art, and it showed throughout his home. He had purchased priceless artworks from several famous artists, and some not so famous. He enjoyed the self-expression the art projected. It was like delving into the artist's soul, seeing the passion that may have been hidden otherwise.
    The sound of the door bell chiming alerted him that Warren had arrived. He walked from the dining room to the front room which was decorated as tastefully as the rest of the mansion. The soft, burgundy and gold embroidered upholstery covering the sofas and chairs was spotless and looked brand new. He didn't allow anyone to abuse his furniture. Once in a rage, Adrian had thrown one of his thousand dollar chairs across the room, splintering it. Xander had made him pay for it, dearly. He loved the feel of the thick burgundy carpet under his feet. On some rare nights when he was alone, he would trace the pattern of the carpet with his bare toes, smiling to himself at the simplicity of it all and marveling at the hand-stitched designs. He also purchased hand sewn rugs; “artwork for the floor” he once called it. Some rugs he considered too beautiful for the floor; those were hung on walls. Reaching the front door, he could smell Warren's scent already from the other side of the door. He could hear him breathing. He smiled as he opened the door.
    “Warren, how good to see you again. Come in.” He watched Warren enter the house. “Where is your key?” he asked curiously with a slight frown.
    “I lost it about three weeks ago. I'll need another one.” He tilted his head upwards, his nostrils flaring as he smelled the air. “Is dinner ready?” he asked almost excitedly. Xander chuckled.
    He nodded. “Yes, dinner's almost ready, I think. Come, let us go into the dining room. Everyone will be so happy to see you.” Xander placed his arm around Warren's shoulders,